Pity me.
Please.
Can’t you see I’m hurting?
Don’t ignore me.
I know you see the stains
Upon your blouse.
That crimson kiss
Of dried blood.
Twas your dagger
That cut me, my dear.
I wish no ill upon thee,
However I won’t feign love;
You’ve hurt me,
Cut me nice and deeply.
You know it.
I know it.
The sky knows it,
Can’t you see it weeping
Ice?
‘Tis a heart’s funeral;
Don’t bring me daffodils.
I trusted thee
I believed we could share in love;
Share in pain and in life.
Every moment we’d call ‘our’.
But now there’s a canyon within me,
A profound emptiness
That pulls me passionately towards the bottom
Of the soul.
There is nothing here;
Only a lone chair
In an empty room.
The room is gray.
Half-lit by sickly, warm-less light.
Dreary silence.
Words fail me.
Thought itself collapses.
Only an instinct remains;
An animal’s urge to survive.
But that won’t last, either.
And when all is over
And light dies out
I will one last time
Lay my eyes
Upon your face.
In my memories
We’re still young
In my memories
We’re still lovers.
That counts for something,
Doesn’t it?